Writers use words to set a mood, describe and illustrate. As a visual artist, color is my silent narrative. Without words, the slightest color I observe holds information, molds my human experience and translates into my work.
Daily, it's the little things that intrigue me..... the black red in the coffee beans that starts my morning, the hot pink lines in my lettuce leaves, and the brilliant blue and gold in my daughter’s eyes as I tell her goodnight.
Rather than seeing the dominant colors in life, it’s the hint of bold colors that catch my eye and heighten my human experience. Small amounts of green and purple in storm clouds speak of loss and abandonment, while bits of pink and orange in a sunset quietly whisper that happiness is a choice. Like a great story, color draws me into my surroundings, makes me linger and tells my story.